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Title: Anyways
Genre: Angst.
Pairing/Characters: GuyxLuke
Rating: A freakishly tame G.
Summary: Guy hates Luke's new expression, as honest and sincere as it was.
The wall was warm from where Luke had been leaning against it, and Guy pressed his cheek to the cooling plaster, trying not to dwell on the emotions that had no place making themselves known to his companions. And yet, they were. Already, Guy had been approached by Anise and Tear both -at a distance, of course- with them voicing their concerns about his silence and his inability to pay attention to conversation. He was slightly distracted, after all.
He'd almost lost him today.
'Shut up shut up shut UP, Guy,' the blonde thought to himself, pushing off from his support to follow the redhead to the help desk. Luke had opted to drop off the room keys for everyone while they finished packing; Guy had done Luke's packing for him, since he had wanted to keep busy anyways. When asked, he blamed it on habit, although he'd never gotten into the habit of picking up after Luke at all, even after seven years of servitude.
Yesterday, Luke had been shaky and somewhat hazy, but today, after the examination and after a good night's rest, Luke seemed to be much more stable, and had even laughed at something Anise had said that morning at breakfast.
Luke was lying, damn it all. Guy knew it. Luke was not all right.
Was Luke going to disappear? Just fade away, as Ion had? Grow weak, collapse, and linger only long enough to say a few words and close his eyes before he became transparent and-
Guy growled deep in his throat, digging a knuckle into his temple. Luke was standing right in front of him, and all he could do was run scenarios of his death through his mind. It was sickening.
An urge to touch Luke, to assure himself that yes, the replica was still with them swept over Guy, subtle at first until slowly it became the most important thing in the world. Guy could not function until he made sure Luke was solid, until he made sure that Luke was real and warm and not going anywhere. His hand reached out and had grasped Luke's wrist before he could stop himself, just as they had walked from the door of the inn into the street, following Jade, Natalia, Tear and Anise.
"Hmm?" Luke turned and glanced at Guy. "What is it, Guy?"
Seven years of companionship had served to avoid that awkward stage Guy had dreaded where he would grow weak in the knees when Luke would meet his eyes. Thankfully, they were far too familiar for him to be shaken by something so small, but at the same time, it was stilll meaningful. Ever since Luke had found out he was a replica, he rarely ever looked anyone in the eye.
But he'd look at Guy.
It was...flattering. Guy felt warm and unable to return that innocent trust -it was just so overpowering, sometimes- and looked down at his fingers around Luke's wrist. His thumb had begun to rub the inside of Luke's palm, but even after Guy realized what he was doing, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The sight grew blurry as his eyes stung, and Guy's lips pursed and trembled.
"Oh Guy," he heard Luke sigh, and there were footsteps leading away from them before arms that smelled just like Luke draped themselves over his shoulders and neck and brought his bowed head against a chest that carried the same scent. Guy let go of Luke's wrist and instead clung to Luke's jacket sleeves and sobbed, right there, in the middle of Belkend for everyone to see. "Always gotta be the tough guy, huh," Luke murmured, and there was a firm weight atop Guy's head that he assumed was Luke's chin.
"I'm sorry," Guy wept, and at first he didn't know why he was apologizing until the words spilled from his mouth, incohesive and inconsistant, "you're my best friend...I grabbed Tear and stopped her, she has more guts than me...I can't believe I was going to...after that stupid speech I made to you in Daath, I can't- I can't-" Guy's breath hitched painfully and he pressed his face into Luke's shoulder to muffle the loud sob that tore itself from his throat against his will.
"Shut up, stupid," Luke mumbled, and Guy felt Luke's lips in his hair. "You trusted me, and let me do what I'd said I'd wanted to do. If you'd tried to stop me, Guy...I would have been disappointed in you."
Guy couldn't think of anything in response to that, so he only took several deep breaths, straightening and tucking his head into the crook of Luke's neck instead, arms around the small of Luke's back. When he felt Luke's hands on his shoulderblades, Luke's arms on his sides, the breath from Luke's nose on his neck, he nearly sobbed again. He didn't think he'd have been able to handle it if Luke had decided enough was enough and pushed him away. "I'm...still sorry. It was scary, wasn't it?"
"...yeah, it was. It was terrifying."
Going out on a limb. "...you...looked amazing."
"What?" The question asked was accompanied by a snort for which Guy was thankful, because that sound meant Luke was disbelieving rather than uncomfortable. Just maybe, he...maybe.
"You were glowing, and holding out that sword...and there was all this light and wind, and-"
"Asch was doing most of the glowing."
"I wasn't looking at Asch."
At this, Luke paused, and Guy felt Luke's face turn until his lips were nearly touching Guy's ear. He suppressed a shudder when Luke spoke. "...Wh...why were you looking at me?"
Guy froze; it was a test, and for the first time he could remember, he couldn't predict what Luke was thinking. The wrong answer would push Luke away, possibly forever, but the right one...well, the right one could either pull Luke closer than he'd ever been before, or mend a situation before it really became one.
Guy's heart was pounding.
"I can feel your heart beating," Luke murmured, and Guy knew what the right answer was, but felt he was unable to say it. His fingers tightened against Luke's back and he hoped that was enough because his tongue refused to remove itself from the roof of his mouth. With a low chuckle, Luke slowly released Guy and lifted a hand to gently trace the blonde's jaw, fingertips light and cautious against his skin. "I always make you worry about me." Luke's expression was that of someone far, far older than he, older than Jade.
Guy hated it, partially because it was sad, partially because it marked the moment when Luke stopped touching him to retrieve their companions who -thank Lorelei- had wandered off to give them privacy, but mostly because of what it meant.
He was going to lose Luke after all.
And some art to go with it. [Edited: Decided not to torment those with my crap idea of art. You may click if your eyes long to bleed.]
My attempt at non-chibis. As you can see, it usually turns out to be rather dissatisfying, so I'll stick to writing for a tad longer. -_-'
Ha ha, my idea of a background. D:< "SKY AND CLOUD. FINITO."
The black and white version if anyone's interested.
Luke's hair turned out way...whoa, WAY more bish than originally intended. O .O' How odd. I'm just to used to Luke being CUTE, that bish just never occured to me. LUKE U MESSING WITH YOUR ROLES! *smack and points Natalia-style* You go back to uke, you little slut.
Luke: ,Ó .Ò *holds cheek*
Also, seki_yumizu drew a beautiful picture for this!!! ♥ It's so gorgeous ♥
Genre: Angst.
Pairing/Characters: GuyxLuke
Rating: A freakishly tame G.
Summary: Guy hates Luke's new expression, as honest and sincere as it was.
The wall was warm from where Luke had been leaning against it, and Guy pressed his cheek to the cooling plaster, trying not to dwell on the emotions that had no place making themselves known to his companions. And yet, they were. Already, Guy had been approached by Anise and Tear both -at a distance, of course- with them voicing their concerns about his silence and his inability to pay attention to conversation. He was slightly distracted, after all.
He'd almost lost him today.
'Shut up shut up shut UP, Guy,' the blonde thought to himself, pushing off from his support to follow the redhead to the help desk. Luke had opted to drop off the room keys for everyone while they finished packing; Guy had done Luke's packing for him, since he had wanted to keep busy anyways. When asked, he blamed it on habit, although he'd never gotten into the habit of picking up after Luke at all, even after seven years of servitude.
Yesterday, Luke had been shaky and somewhat hazy, but today, after the examination and after a good night's rest, Luke seemed to be much more stable, and had even laughed at something Anise had said that morning at breakfast.
Luke was lying, damn it all. Guy knew it. Luke was not all right.
Was Luke going to disappear? Just fade away, as Ion had? Grow weak, collapse, and linger only long enough to say a few words and close his eyes before he became transparent and-
Guy growled deep in his throat, digging a knuckle into his temple. Luke was standing right in front of him, and all he could do was run scenarios of his death through his mind. It was sickening.
An urge to touch Luke, to assure himself that yes, the replica was still with them swept over Guy, subtle at first until slowly it became the most important thing in the world. Guy could not function until he made sure Luke was solid, until he made sure that Luke was real and warm and not going anywhere. His hand reached out and had grasped Luke's wrist before he could stop himself, just as they had walked from the door of the inn into the street, following Jade, Natalia, Tear and Anise.
"Hmm?" Luke turned and glanced at Guy. "What is it, Guy?"
Seven years of companionship had served to avoid that awkward stage Guy had dreaded where he would grow weak in the knees when Luke would meet his eyes. Thankfully, they were far too familiar for him to be shaken by something so small, but at the same time, it was stilll meaningful. Ever since Luke had found out he was a replica, he rarely ever looked anyone in the eye.
But he'd look at Guy.
It was...flattering. Guy felt warm and unable to return that innocent trust -it was just so overpowering, sometimes- and looked down at his fingers around Luke's wrist. His thumb had begun to rub the inside of Luke's palm, but even after Guy realized what he was doing, he couldn't bring himself to stop. The sight grew blurry as his eyes stung, and Guy's lips pursed and trembled.
"Oh Guy," he heard Luke sigh, and there were footsteps leading away from them before arms that smelled just like Luke draped themselves over his shoulders and neck and brought his bowed head against a chest that carried the same scent. Guy let go of Luke's wrist and instead clung to Luke's jacket sleeves and sobbed, right there, in the middle of Belkend for everyone to see. "Always gotta be the tough guy, huh," Luke murmured, and there was a firm weight atop Guy's head that he assumed was Luke's chin.
"I'm sorry," Guy wept, and at first he didn't know why he was apologizing until the words spilled from his mouth, incohesive and inconsistant, "you're my best friend...I grabbed Tear and stopped her, she has more guts than me...I can't believe I was going to...after that stupid speech I made to you in Daath, I can't- I can't-" Guy's breath hitched painfully and he pressed his face into Luke's shoulder to muffle the loud sob that tore itself from his throat against his will.
"Shut up, stupid," Luke mumbled, and Guy felt Luke's lips in his hair. "You trusted me, and let me do what I'd said I'd wanted to do. If you'd tried to stop me, Guy...I would have been disappointed in you."
Guy couldn't think of anything in response to that, so he only took several deep breaths, straightening and tucking his head into the crook of Luke's neck instead, arms around the small of Luke's back. When he felt Luke's hands on his shoulderblades, Luke's arms on his sides, the breath from Luke's nose on his neck, he nearly sobbed again. He didn't think he'd have been able to handle it if Luke had decided enough was enough and pushed him away. "I'm...still sorry. It was scary, wasn't it?"
"...yeah, it was. It was terrifying."
Going out on a limb. "...you...looked amazing."
"What?" The question asked was accompanied by a snort for which Guy was thankful, because that sound meant Luke was disbelieving rather than uncomfortable. Just maybe, he...maybe.
"You were glowing, and holding out that sword...and there was all this light and wind, and-"
"Asch was doing most of the glowing."
"I wasn't looking at Asch."
At this, Luke paused, and Guy felt Luke's face turn until his lips were nearly touching Guy's ear. He suppressed a shudder when Luke spoke. "...Wh...why were you looking at me?"
Guy froze; it was a test, and for the first time he could remember, he couldn't predict what Luke was thinking. The wrong answer would push Luke away, possibly forever, but the right one...well, the right one could either pull Luke closer than he'd ever been before, or mend a situation before it really became one.
Guy's heart was pounding.
"I can feel your heart beating," Luke murmured, and Guy knew what the right answer was, but felt he was unable to say it. His fingers tightened against Luke's back and he hoped that was enough because his tongue refused to remove itself from the roof of his mouth. With a low chuckle, Luke slowly released Guy and lifted a hand to gently trace the blonde's jaw, fingertips light and cautious against his skin. "I always make you worry about me." Luke's expression was that of someone far, far older than he, older than Jade.
Guy hated it, partially because it was sad, partially because it marked the moment when Luke stopped touching him to retrieve their companions who -thank Lorelei- had wandered off to give them privacy, but mostly because of what it meant.
He was going to lose Luke after all.
And some art to go with it. [Edited: Decided not to torment those with my crap idea of art. You may click if your eyes long to bleed.]
My attempt at non-chibis. As you can see, it usually turns out to be rather dissatisfying, so I'll stick to writing for a tad longer. -_-'
Ha ha, my idea of a background. D:< "SKY AND CLOUD. FINITO."
The black and white version if anyone's interested.
Luke's hair turned out way...whoa, WAY more bish than originally intended. O .O' How odd. I'm just to used to Luke being CUTE, that bish just never occured to me. LUKE U MESSING WITH YOUR ROLES! *smack and points Natalia-style* You go back to uke, you little slut.
Luke: ,Ó .Ò *holds cheek*
Also, seki_yumizu drew a beautiful picture for this!!! ♥ It's so gorgeous ♥
